I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2018-10-14 20:49:52 | 87.34 | 98% |
| 608 | 2017-10-04 21:44:44 | 90.85 | 98% |
| 418 | 2017-09-19 22:14:01 | 94.34 | 98% |